Chapter 9: I'm one spiritual field away from being a protagonist!

It was late November, cold, and Tang Mo was wearing a wool sweater and an overcoat. A cold, sharp object rested firmly against his backside, poking a tiny round hole into the thick garment.

Tang Mo maintained his half-standing position without moving, and he sensed that it was a knife.

The man, however, couldn't wait: "Damn it, give me your wallet! Quickly! Or I'll cut you up!"

Tang Mo's voice was calm, "You hold the knife back a little, let me stand up, and I'll give you my wallet."

"So much bullshit." The man moved his knife back a little.

Tang Mo stood up, knowing very well not to turn her head to look around, and handed over her wallet. In just an instant, the wallet was snatched. The rough male voice cursed, "Fuck, that's all? This car is yours, right, are the keys on it?"

"In."

"Don't you move or I'll cut you."

Tang Mo didn't turn around, and the knife that had been pressed against his backside came away. He heard the other man open the door and try to start the car. After making sure it would start, he pulled the door shut with a bang.

Tang Mo says in a loud voice, "My luggage is in the trunk, can I get it?"

The sound of the car starting rang out for a moment and then stopped, and the man said impatiently, "What's with all your bullshit. Your luggage belongs to the old man too, get lost."

Tang Mo: "It's getting colder now, so I'll just take a piece of clothing. Brother, it's freezing in this cold, just one piece of clothing."

The man cursed a few times, opened the car door, pressed the knife against Tang Mo's waist again, and said coldly, "Hurry up then, just take a piece of clothing, and then push the old man to get you killed."

Tang Mo turned around that way and got a good look at the man.

This was a thieving man with greasy and dirty hair, and the clothes he wore had a gray patch on the left and a stain on the right. Noticing Tang Mo looking at him, the man suddenly looked like a frightened animal, seemingly disgusted by the gazes others were looking at him, he swallowed uncomfortably and cursed, "Look my ass, get the clothes." One pressed the knife against him.

Tang Mo nodded.

This guy looks like a thief.

Tang Mo walks over to the trunk and pulls it open.

"What's this? A match?" The man asked curiously.

Tang Mo leaned down to reach for his suitcase, his hand slashing hard against the trunk latch, the sharp locking mechanism cutting across the most delicate skin of his palm, leaving only a shallow mark. Tang Mo's eyes glazed over, and his left hand grabbed the match directly, flinging it behind him as hard as if he were hitting a baseball.

"What is this match ...... you ...... ah!"

The giant match hit the man's head with a thud, and instantly, blood flowed.

Tang Mo did not expect this match to be so powerful. When the match was weighed in his hand, it was not heavy, like an ordinary wooden match. But just by the loud bang, as if an iron bar had hit his head, the sound made him feel a sharp pain.

A normal person's head would probably be dead after being smashed like this, but this man actually just staggered and fell back two steps, lifting up his bloodied face, he looked at Tang Mo angrily: "I'll cut you to death!!!!!!!!!"

With that, he raised the small knife and charged straight at him.

Tang Mo's heart tightened and she dodged to the right, while raising her left foot and kicking the man in the stomach. The man let out a cry of pain, and the knife slashed Tang Mo's calf. The pants were instantly cut out, but the sharp blade of the knife only left a fingernail-like, extremely shallow blood mark on Tang Mo's skin, making a crunching sound, as if it was scratching on the hard floor.

The man covered his stomach and yelled as he charged again.

Tang Mo reacts quickly and raises a match to meet it.

The sharp blade of the knife and the wooden matchstick collided with a click ......

The knife broke in two.

Tang Mo: "......"

Man: "......"

Tang Mo himself did not expect this matchstick to have so much power, but soon he came back to his senses and waved the match to smash at the man again. The man was so close to Tang Mo because of his chopping action earlier that he was unable to dodge the matchstick. But just when the matchstick was about to hit his head again, countless red banknotes suddenly fell from the air.

Tang Mo had never seen so many hundred-dollar bills, as if they were small mountains, and countless hundred-dollar bills fell from the air, forming a wall between the matchstick and the man, acting as a cushion for the man, so that he was only smashed and paralyzed to the ground.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me ......"

The man's voice trembled as he begged for mercy.

Tang Mo stops his striking motion, he takes the matches and squats down to feel the money.

"Where did you get all this money? Where did you get it?"

These are real hundred dollar bills!

The man looked fearfully at the giant match and explained, "I am a thief. When suddenly everyone on the street disappeared this morning, I went and stole a lot of stuff. I even ran a bank in the afternoon and took ...... all the money I could find."

That's not what Tang Mo wants to know: "Where did you hide this money?"

The man held up his right hand and showed him a light green tattoo on his wrist, "Taken from here. I ...... found out when I robbed the money that I can store all this money in this tattoo. This tattoo was made by me a long time ago, and it can only store money. Just now I was almost going to be killed by you, so I subconsciously took the money out of the tattoo ......"

Tang Mo nodded and looked down at the tattoo on the man's wrist.

In a flash of lightning, a half-foot long knife appeared out of nowhere in front of Tang Mo's eyes, stabbing him straight in the eye.

"Die for me!!!"

The matchstick swung rapidly in the air, Tang Mo interrupted the knife with a single blow without blinking, the red match head drew a circular arc in the air and smashed right on top of the man's head. The man's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Tang Mo and the matchstick in his hand, and his bulky body fell to the side, hitting the ground with a loud thud.

Tang Mo blanched and reached under the man's nose.

"...... is dead."

Tang Mo looked at the dead man with complicated eyes, he looked away for a moment and picked up the man's right hand, scrutinizing the pattern on the man's wrist.

The night was too dark and the distance was a bit far, Tang Mo did not notice that the tattoo was a "¥" symbol. He then picked up the man's left hand and found that there was actually a tattoo on the wrist of this hand, but the tattoo was a knife.

Tang Mo looked for a while, suddenly, the tattoos disappeared, and two knives appeared on the ground. His heart moved, and then looked at the man's right hand, only to see that the "¥" tattoo had also disappeared, and on the ground there was another mountain of hundred-dollar bills.

Tang Mo went to the car and took the book out.

He turned to the second page, and as expected, lines of text showed up on it.

[Alien Power: I'm just one spiritual field away from the protagonist]

[Owner: Qian Sankun (stowaway)]

[Type: Special]

[Function: Seals the object it touches inside the body in the form of a tattoo]

[Level: 2, can store two inanimate objects]

[Restrictions: Only objects of the same type can be stored, and no life forms can be stored]

[Remarks: Qian Sankun never thought that what he lacked compared to the protagonist was not a piece of spiritual field, but a match!

The words were all in black, and at the bottom, there was a line in red.

[Tang Mo version of the instructions for use: disposable items, can only store the same kind of object, not replaceable. Friend, have you thought about what you want to store?]

"Stowaways?"

Tang Mo stared at the three words on the page for a long time, but couldn't come up with a clue and had to give up for now.

This book knows gags, but it is, after all, its own psychic ability, and Tang Mo quickly understands the man's psychic ability and how he should use it.

Qian Sankun is a thief, but he has also awakened his psychic ability, which is the ability to store inanimate objects in his body, which can be accessed at any time, as long as it is the same item, and the number of storage is unlimited. Tang Mo doesn't know what the level of the ability means, and if we assume that this ability can be upgraded, then currently Qian Sankun can store two kinds of objects.

He chose money and knives.

What a rat's ass man. At times like these, money is a waste of paper and serves no purpose, but Qian Sankun still can't afford to part with it.

Qian Sankun is still a bit smart, he knows how to fool Tang Mo by lying to him that he can store money because he used to have a tattoo, and he didn't reveal his supernatural ability, which gives him a chance to attack Tang Mo with the knife tattoo. Luckily, Tang Mo has never let down his guard, or else he might have gotten away with it.

Unfortunately, assuming Qian Sankun's second object in his stash is not money, but some sort of concealed weapon that is the same as a knife, then he might have a slight chance of surviving.

Tang Mo looked at the cold body of Qian Sankun on the ground, and then at the knives and banknotes all over the ground. Without hesitation, he picked up his large match and pressed it to his wrist. A red light flashed, the match disappeared, and a small red match tattoo appeared on Tang Mo's left wrist.

The power of the giant matches is beyond Tang Mo's expectations, and the stored matches can be used as a concealed weapon to attack the unexpected. When you meet someone like Qian Sankun in the future, you will be less threatened.

Tang Mo looks down at his book.

Qian Sankun's psychic name has become--

[Alien Power: I'm just one spirit field behind the protagonist (Used)]

He turned to the first page again. What was recorded on the first page was his own psychic ability, and there was no change from what he had seen before. But Tang Mo didn't give up, he stared at the book expressionlessly for about five minutes, and lines of text slowly emerged.

[Remarks: Apparently Tang Mo already knew that when he killed the guy, he'd already eaten the other guy dry and hadn't paid him yet].

Tang Mo's eyes narrowed, and his fingers squeezed the pages tightly, trembling gently.

"Is it really only murder ......"

A minute later, a line showed up on the book again.

[Remarks: But how could I tell Tang Mo that he can get someone else's powers without killing them?

Tang Mo: "......"

Bang!

A book was mercilessly thrown down the mountain of bills by its owner.

Three minutes later, Tang Mo coldly picked up the book. He casually held a pile of bills over Qian Sankun's face and buried him in his favorite pile of bills. After this, he took the book and drove away, continuing his journey to Shanghai.